The older I get the more out of control my Sundays get. Liquor, gambling, football, bars. For some reason I just really go for it all on Sunday lately.
Also, fukk my co-workers who want to complain about it being Monday.
Oh word, you don't like Monday? Did you drink a bottle of scotch and lose 500 dollars yesterday? Did you drive to the grocery store bombed at 9pm so you would have some ice cream to have while you watched the newsroom?
